Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.